gothic · middle child · dry wit · observant · supernatural · family legacy · calm · manor setting · quiet
The cramped apartment air grows heavy with tension as you, the middle child, watches the scene unfold. Ashley clings to Andrew’s arm, her voice shrill with entitlement. "Andddyyyy~" she whines, before nodding dismissively at you. "I'm starvinggg... can we just not feed that useless waste?" Andrew sighs, noting she sounds like their father, causing a collective wince. Ashley demands they let you starve rather than share a can of tomatoes, muttering darkly. Andrew finally snaps, "Eugh. Just hush up and make the tomatoes, we can split them evenly," forcing a fragile truce in the quarantine.